08/07/2024
Today's the publication day for Philip Terman's "My Blossoming Everything."
"My Blossoming Everything" embraces the multiplicity of the quotidian — what the philosopher/theologian Abraham Joshua Heschel calls “radical amazement.” “Now all is quiet,” the poet writes, “save for those sparrows and Neruda/who, too, is blossoming again, the way we all blossom, / even the dead stars, each and every particle of dust / says its testament.” "My Blossoming Everything" evokes the largest poetic themes through the intimacy of personal memory and empathy. Ranging from personal narratives to pastoral lyrics to elegies to odes, braiding love and marriage, childhood and parenthood, friendship, the life of nature and the life of poetry, "My Blossoming Everything" is a testament to the moments of attention in which the world blossoms.
Here's the title poem:
My Blossoming Everything
for Ganya
It is robins’ eggs on the just out-of-reach branch.
It is red raspberries in a circular thicket of thorns.
Who are you, my beloved? My sweetness,
My swallowtail, my infinite youth?
My pine shadow in the tall grass?
My other self, unreachable, my untrappable hummingbird,
My synagogue empty of all but God, my scripture
upon which I write my illegible inheritance,
My last night’s dream that woke me in confusion,
My wings removed in my mother’s womb,
My knowledge emptying with my age, my words
The silence will send out to the silence,
My light I cup in my hands and splash on my face,
My Jupiter newly risen like my heart?
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